Quotes About Communication

If you want, I can be on the next plane out of here and be there by morning." "No, that isn't necessary. Talking

money talks and poop walks as they say.

never do anything like this without telling me

I suppose no one truly admits the existence of another person.

Palabras. No hay manera de quitárselas de encima. No le dejan a una estar verdaderamente sola. Plaga de bichos molestos, oye. Debería abrir las ventanas de par en par para que salgan a la calle las palabras, los lamentos, las viejas conversaciones tristes atrapadas entre los tabiques del piso deshabitado.

Tratas de transmitirle a tu hijo unos valores, unas convicciones, y luego compruebas que cuanto le dices no le interesa nada, que está a otra cosa y que, en consecuencia, todo aquello en lo que creías morirá contigo o incluso antes que tú.

Have you ever considered, beloved other, how invisible we are to each other? We look at each other without seeing. We listen to each other and hear only a voice inside out self. The words of others are mistakes of our hearing, shipwrecks of our understanding. How confidently we believe OUR meanings of other people's words.

Writing is like paying myself a formal visit…

Let us sculpt in hopeless silence all our dreams of speaking.

Everything stated or expressed by man is a note in the margin of a completely erased text. From what's in the note we can extract the gist of what must have been in the text, but there's always a doubt, and the possible meanings are many.

To say! To know how to say! To know how to exist via the written voice and the intellectual image! This is all that matters in life; the rest is men and women, imagined loves and factitious vanities, the wiles of our digestion and forgetfulness, people squirming — like worms when a rock is lifted — under the huge abstract boulder of the meaningless blue sky.

I try to say what I feel Without thinking about what I feel. I try to place words right next to my idea So that I won't need a corridor Of thought leading to words.

How confidently we believe in our interpretation of other people's words.

To be understood is to prostitute yourself.

I'm sure that all this, I mean other people's attitudes towards me, lies principally in some obscure intrinsic flaw in my own temperament. Perhaps I communicate a coldness that unwittingly obliges others to reflect back my own lack of feeling.

Ser compreendido é prostituir-se.

Every spoken word double-crosses us. The only tolerable form of communication is the written word, since it isn't a stone in a bridge between souls but a ray of light between stars.

But do my words ring in anyone else's soul? Does anyone hear them besides me?

What is there to confess that's worthwhile or useful? What has happened to us has happened to everyone or only to us; if to everyone, then it's no novelty, and if only to us, then it won't be understood.

Anyone who wants to be understood will never know the delight of being understood, because this happens only to the complex and misunderstood; simple souls, the ones whom other people can understand, never feel a desire to be understood.

I have an anguished, painful need to speak with you.

No one understands anyone else. We are, as the poet said, enisled in the sea of life; between us flows the sea that defines and separates us. However hard one soul struggles to know another soul, he can only judge by what words are spoken - a formless shadow on the floor of his understanding.

Other people's understanding of us is made up of so many complex misunderstandings.

No hables... sucedes demasiado... me apena estar viéndote.